I thought that when I posted the last picture of these that my bed was pretty full. Apparently, my mind is a bit too small for the daylilies because they just exploded. It was nearly twice as full of blooms the other day. I’m pretty sure this is the most I’ve ever had these bloom and I’ve had this bed for nearly 14 years. Because they only stay open for a day, hence the name, I think I’m getting close to these being done. I may have a few of other colors start to come up as they bloom at a different time, but this mass of color is nearly done for the season.
I had planned on doing my usual with this and taking pictures along the way, but… me being a crazy, stressed out, busy me over the last several days managed to forget that was the plan until the cake was baked, iced and served out onto plates.
I’ve only done this one a few times, but we all really love it. It is very similar to banana bread, but just a little lighter in texture and just a touch sweeter, because… cake.
Pretty damn sure I have found and secured the perfect fit for me in an editor.
My old fashioned daylilies are in full bloom right now. I have a tiered bed that is literally exploding with them (as in it is so full they are starting to try and find homes outside of that bed).
My steps towards finding an editor have been… interesting. Yet again, expectations and reality didn’t quite meet up. After a few initial conversations and some deeper digging, I’ve discovered that I am probably looking at several thousand dollars to go through an entire process of different levels of editing as well as cover and design work for my book.
I have known that these were a type of lily, but I was never 100% certain what type. When looking to try and find out, I discovered that the tiny little sampling of colors that I have is NOTHING in comparison to what is available. Now, I want a whole lot more than I have now. They are so pretty. Lilies in general come in a close second to irises as one of my favorite flowers. I have tons of day lilies (full size), a few dwarfs and 3 different asiatic lilies. It took me forever to have and keep the asiatics because either the deer or the rabbits around here always ate them to the ground before they could grow. With the recent rash of construction, the deer have kind of become non-existent, but we still have tons of rabbits, so I’m thinking it was the deer.
I just lucked out last night and noticed an approaching storm near sunset. It was coming from a direction that is hard to see with the window placement in our house, but I noticed it and went to take care of some things outside when I got a good look at how incredible it looked. All the different textures and colors in the clouds were amazing. And to think, I would have missed it if I hadn’t gone outside at the right moment because of how quickly everything got dark and changed.
Blurb: When an impoverished school district loses its accreditation and the affluent community of Crystal Ridge has no choice but to open their school doors, the lives of three very different women converge: Camille Gray–the wife of an executive, mother of three, long-standing PTA chairwoman and champion fundraiser–faced with a shocking discovery that threatens to tear her picture-perfect world apart at the seams. Jen Covington, the career nurse whose long, painful journey to motherhood finally resulted in adoption but she is struggling with a happily-ever-after so much harder than she anticipated. Twenty-two-year-old Anaya Jones–the first woman in her family to graduate college and a brand new teacher at Crystal Ridge’s top elementary school, unprepared for the powder-keg situation she’s stepped into. Tensions rise within and without, culminating in an unforeseen event that impacts them all. This story explores the implicit biases impacting American society, and asks the ultimate question: What does it mean to be human? Why are we so quick to put labels on each other and categorize people as “this” or “that”, when such complexity exists in each person?
This is one of those books that leaves me torn on how to rate it. On a general, quality level, I think that this was a well written book with a lot of great insight into racial issues. That aspect wants me to rate this higher.
Sadly, there were a few other issues that I just wasn’t much of a fan of. Since this is told from the perspective of 3 different characters, the reader’s attention is split pretty hard and that made it difficult to connect with any of them enough for me to like them. What I did get from all three wasn’t all that appealing as individuals, making them fall into the dislike side of things for me.
One of my other issues, and I realize this is on me more and my personal tastes than anything, is that this book gets a bit religiously preachy in places. Since this is one I checked out of the library, I didn’t think to look at the sub-genres it was classified under on Amazon. It wasn’t noted as Christian fiction through my library, but did have that tag in Amazon. If I’d seen that up front, I probably wouldn’t have read it because I do not enjoy being preached to.
The last issue I had was how the story gets wrapped up in the end. You have all this pretty great stuff going on with regards to race and segregation in schools and then you have this kind of crazy, over dramatic and not really connected ending that just doesn’t seem to fit the rest of the story at all. No, it wasn’t really predictable, which could be viewed as good, but it also just didn’t seem to work for me because it didn’t feel like it meshed with everything that happened up to that point.
I think the things I wasn’t much of a fan of overpowered the parts I liked so this ends up being only an okay read for me.
I took the first terrifying step and sent of my initial contact to an editor. I’m not even 100% that this will be the editor I end up using, though from the research I’ve done it is a pretty good chance, but I took that step. It was huge and nerve wracking, but I did it. Now I’m back to sit and wait mode. Can I vomit now?
When I offered to make recital bouquets for BG and her dance friend, I didn’t think twice about it and wasn’t even remotely worried about being able to pull them off. My only worry was going to be finding flowers in the colors that worked as I always try to coordinate with the costume colors. Since this year’s costumes were teal/black, amethyst/gold, and rosy pink, I knew it was going to be a challenge. I had no clue color wasn’t going to be my biggest problem.
It is officially recital weekend and I’m in crazy mode. Yesterday was all about running around and getting some last minute things taken care of (why it takes until last minute before she realizes she needs some of these kinda important things is beyond me). Today won’t be much better because I, again, managed to add another thing to my to do list when I offered to make the recital bouquets for BG and her dance friend.
Pretty sure, but not 100%, that this is lungwort. One of the many, many plants from the arboretum.
Today is one of those bittersweet moments of being a parent. A moment when you see your child in the middle of a transition from one part of their life to the next. Today, I watched BG graduate from 8th grade and I’m just overflowing with emotions. Mostly pride, because my girl is just amazing and I got to see proof that I’m not the only one that thinks so.
No, I don’t actually know what these are called, but they are definitely fun to look at!